The most important things are the hardest things to say.
They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things...and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Memory of the last summer
All photos in today's post I took about two month ago when it was still warm and sunny. It's a kind of memory of the last summer, which was unusually hot.
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Ten motorek to Komar?
To taki szwedzki klasyk. Nie pamietam jaka to marka.
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